Love set you going like a fat gold watch. (1)
What do families do? They love each other. (Okay, they do plenty of
other things.) But it's important to note that, before anything else,
our speaker recognizes a bond of love that brings her baby into the
world. Sure, there may be complications, but it's love that gets first
billing in this poem.
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue. (4)
What do people do when they've had a new baby? They stand around and
stare at it for a while. Notice, though, how the first thing that our
speaker thinks of when she looks at the baby is a "new statue." It's not
even "my new statue" or, say, "new baby." Something funny seems to be
going on here. Sure, folks are worshipping the new babe ("magnifying"
its presence), but the language our speaker uses to describe this
isolates the baby, turning it into an inanimate thing.
I'm no more your motherThan the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slowEffacement at the wind's hand. (7-9)
Wow. Talk about a sucker punch. You come into the world, thinking everything is all warm and cozy, and then… BAM! It turns out that your mother doesn't really think of herself as your mother. Sucks to be you, huh?